(This is my first story. So kindly bear with me if the language or references hurt anybody's sentiments or beliefs. I hope you will enjoy the story.)

Ambassador of Femininity – Chapter 1

27-year old, 5’9” tall, fair complexion, a lean athletic physique and a job in one of the leading event companies. Dev had everything that a 27-year old would want from life. Probably that was the reason that he thought of himself as superior to others, that too in a company that had more than 60% staff belonging to the fair sex. Then came the day that took Dev further up the success ladder, not quite the way Dev had expected or wanted. It was the Auto-expo Dev was supervising on his company’s behalf. The ticket counters, the exhibition halls, the food counters, the entertainment zone, everything was planned to perfection and Dev could clearly see his way to the corner cabin. When one of the models hired for promotions requested a replacement since she had an emergency at home. Dev didn’t only refuse but mistreated her and even commented that she was a useless dummy whose only job is to behave as a beautiful statue that smiles and despite of having a face for it, she couldn’t pull off a simple job like that. The poor model took the embarrassment, the abuse without a frown and swallowed her words if she had any and didn’t let a drop of tear spoil the presentation and she went on to stand for the day overlooking her need to be at home that moment.

The day was over and everyone including the models were expected to report back at the office and take their schedule for the next day of the event. Dev walked into the office with a newly found confidence in his stride thinking he pulled off the job single handedly better than anyone else would have done in the history of the event and the company. With a smile on his face, he knocked his boss Filomina Dayal’s cabin. Dev had always had cordial relations with all his female superiors but one thing he didn’t know about Filomina was that inside she was a hardcore feminist. Filomina asked him to come in and as he was about to pull a chair, she asked him to keep standing without looking up from the file she was looking at. Dev’s confident smile turned into an expression of worry and confusion at the same time. Filomina dialed her secretary Rimmi and as she came in, she handed her the file containing everyone’s schedule and asked Rimmi to distribute them among the employees carefully. Rimmi dispersed and Filomina simply handed Dev a sheet of paper saying, “Your schedule for the remaining 2 days of the event.” Dev looked at it perplexed and replied thinking there must be some mistake, “But this is a model’s schedule.” Filomina stood up went to the other side of the table where Dev was standing and before he could know, gave him a tight slap. “Yes this is a model’s schedule you prick. It’s Vandy’s, the model whom you abused in front of a hundred people like she is your slave and who is now at her home who tried to commit a suicide this evening because of the way you harassed her.” Dev’s words froze in his mouth making him speechless for a few seconds before he finally managed to say, “But I just did what was necessary to keep the standards of the show up.” But then he said something which almost sealed his fate for at least next 2 days. “I mean all she had to do was just get dolled up in designer clothes and makeup and stand there welcoming people with a smile. And then take her fat cheque and leave. A statue could have done a better job but she was just making excuses. And now she is trying to get sympathy with this suicide prank.”

Filomina turned around and before he knew, had his balls in her hand with her long manicured nails digging into his skin through his pants. Dev was about to hit her but the pain put him into submission and suppressed his screams in his throat itself. With the other hand, Filomina took the schedule from his hand and said, “Now, listen you piece of shit. One more word and you will be spending all your life behind the bars being tortured by the criminals and when I am saying that I will make sure that it happens. Because trying to outrage the modesty of a woman, forcing her to quit her job and commit suicide is a huge crime in this country and enough to keep you imprisoned for the rest of your life. So, now listen carefully as what I am offering you is the only option you have got unless you are willing to go to the jail. This was a model’s schedule for the event. But now this is your schedule. You are no more the supervisor but one of the ‘dolled up models’ as you call them and like you expected them all to do, you will be standing beside them in designer clothes and make up with your only job being smiling at thousands of guests who will be coming to the event over next two days. And since you think it is a fairly simple and heavily paying job, I have personally made a few additions to the dos and don’ts. You survive these 2 days and who knows you could make it to the fashion ramps soon as many of the guests are businessmen looking for brand ambassadors, fashion designers looking for pretty faces and figures and even high-profile escort service agents. You might like exploring your feminine side as well and maybe you won’t like to get back into these boring pants.” With a wink, she took her hands off his balls and a successful event planner till morning was now lying on the floor dominated and beaten.

Dev was still lying in pain and Filomina left the cabin saying, “A carton with everything you will need has already been kept in your car. When you reach home, you will find your clothes for the night already laid on your bed. Rimmi will be there in the morning to help you get ready. So wake up on time. Unlike a supervisor who can walk in at any time, your reporting time is 9 am sharp. I think you have the face for it. And imagine you can still be running your hands up a skirt or a blouse, just that you yourself will be wearing them.” Dev wouldn’t have believed this was really happening to him but the pain kept him realizing that he was not dreaming.

After lying there unattended for about an hour, Dev managed to get up and drive home. He didn’t have the energy to cook, so he just took a beer from the fridge and almost gulped it. Suddenly, he recalled something that Filomina told him about his night clothes. He went straight into his room and there it was. The first door to the world of womanhood he was about to explore. It was a hot pink full length satin nighty with long sleeves and some heavy lace around the cuffs and the neckline. Alongside, was a matching gown, a satin padded bra and panty set in the same hot pink. Everything was so soft and gorgeous that Dev didn’t realize when did he start running his hands over the clothes and got lost in satin. Just then his dream was broken by a card that was lying there. He opened it and read…

Dear Devi (female version of the name Dev),

Welcome to the world of womanhood. What you did to that model was unacceptable but then the entire female staff got together and we thought of giving you that one chance to apologize as well as to understand women by becoming one yourself. This will not just help you to save yourself from going to jail but will also help you to build stronger and better relationship with your female coworkers in future. And by the end of this trial period if you don’t want to go back to the boring world of men, we will be happy to accept you as one of us.

On a special request of Vandy, the model that you misbehaved with this morning, we have added a few of her own belongings to the carton you brought home in your car – which includes some of her skirts, blouses, lingerie as well as saris. All our models wear only one dress a day but on Vandy’s special request, we allowed her to make that schedule for you which has details about what will you be wearing during what session. As she wanted to make this extra special for you because these 2 days could be very crucial in deciding your future. Don’t worry, Rimmi will be there both the days to help you with makeup, hair and changing. We hope you will try to give it your best as our company’s reputation rests on this event.

Also, your home is now under surveillance and we can see you right now as you are reading this letter and we could see you even when you were feeling and loving the satin of your new nightwear a few minutes ago. Don’t try to locate the cameras because you won’t be able to find them. Just go along and enjoy your wonderful time as a woman and a model. You are supposed to wear the clothes lying on your bed tonight. It’s a gift from the entire female staff. As far as your dresses, footwear make up and jewelry are concerned, the bill for them would be adjusted from your project fee. So you don’t need to return those. In fact, we would like to see you continue wearing them. Your performance will be reviewed by Vandy and if you are not able to impress her for next two days, she will be free to decide your new position in the female or male department, whichever you choose to continue with. But if you impress her but the male staff doesn’t welcome you as before, we will be happy to consider Devi for our female supervisor’s position.

Good night. May your dreams be as beautiful as the clothes you will be wearing tonight.

Filomina Dayal,

CEO – Event Masters Pvt. Ltd

To be continued…

Ambassador of Femininity – Chapter 2

Dev couldn’t believe he was on camera and got up to dig it out but then immediately dropped the idea. “Just 2 days, man” he said to himself and stripped down to his birthday suit. And then with trembling hands, he picked up the bra, puts his arms into the straps, hooked it behind his back after struggling for a few minutes. Then came on the satin pink panties. As he slid them up his legs, his almost hairless legs felt a kind of jolt. The panties were barely covering his manhood but the soft and smooth fabric was giving him a sensation his body was always unknown to. It there was any chance of him hiding his pleasure, his erection was giving it away as it was trying to break the lacy shackles Dev was caught in. Without thinking further, Dev took the satin nighty, rolled it and put his head through. And what he felt next was a hurricane of satin engulfing him from head to toe as it flowed down his almost hairless body. Even a slight movement he made would make his body shudder because of the thousand satin sensations he was getting as his body was reacting to the softness of the fabric. Next came the gown which had tons of lace and strings around. Strings that tied his soul almost instantly. Was he a prisoner of a few women or his newly found mistress - his own will?

A sound of running water woke up Dev from his dreams. Before he could realize that he was not alone in the house, he rubbed his eyes and that’s when he noticed something different about his hands. He had long manicured nails brimming with a similar pink as his nighty. The thought of ‘his nighty’ brought him to full attention and he closed his eyes and slipped his hand under the sheets while praying that whatever he was thinking be just a nightmare. But his own hand on his satin covered belly sent a shiver through his spine. He pulled out of the sheets and there he was, standing on the floor embraced in womanhood. And that’s when he also saw his bright pink toe nails peeping out of his nighty. As much as he was liking it inside, he was wondering when and who painted his ten. Holding his breath, he headed for the bathroom, the source of that running water sound. And he jumped out as quickly as he went it. Because there was Rimmi, his boss’s secretary, now lying naked in his bath tub filled with bubbles. Rimmi laughed at Dev’s reaction and called him in. Dev collected all the courage and went inside. “We are both girls here. No need to be shy.” Rimmi said. And before he knew, she stood up leaving nothing to Dev’s imagination. His erection was now probing against the lacy walls of his panties. Was it the view or just his body’s way of reacting to the satin? Either way, Rimmi had a surprise coming for Dev. She pulled her hair back and then just when Dev was about to take his eyes off, Rimmi took his hand and pulled him into her warm and tight embrace. Her breasts rubbing against Dev’s new mounds created by the tight bra. Rimmi’s bare and foam coated legs entangled with his. Rimmi’s arms were tightly wrapped around Dev’s satin clad waist. And after moving over and slapping his butt, Rimmi’s right hand moved up his waist and then slowly on to Dev’s left breast. As her palm encircled and her fingers played with Dev’s left nipple through the satin nighty, Dev shuddered again and he let out a moan. And before he could swim out, he was taken deeper into the waters with Rimmi’s wild touching. She pinned him against the bathroom wall and soon both her hands were fondling with Dev’s new satin clad curves. She freed his hair from the low pony tail he was wearing. She gave them a strong violent tug forcing Dev to look up a little and his lips were on display. Rimmi kissed him full on the lips almost biting the lower one to bleed. And after breaking off the kiss after what seemed eternity, she winked at Dev. “Yummy lipstick, Devi. You really have a good taste in makeup.” She pressed him into the wall a little further, the pressure opened the shower wall and soon they both were drenched. Rimmi gathered and lifted Dev’s nighty, slid her arm inside, unhooked his bra and took it out through an arm of the nighty. Swollen and sensitive with Rimmi’s wild little play, Dev’s nipples were now poking through the wet satin pink nighty. Rimmi lipped them through his satin nighty and Dev started to moan a little louder. And soon Dev exploded inside his panties with his man juices.

Rimmi pulled his hair together again, tied them in a lady bun behind his head and secures it with one of her own hair pins. She wrapped herself in a towel, stepped out asking Dev not to move. While Dev was still thinking what happened, he heard a camera flash. He turned to his right and saw Rimmi standing with a camera. “Now clean up and come outside. Devi has just one hour to report at the event venue. And remember, a decent lady should not have a trace of body hair except a little heart above your clitty if you want to keep. Hurry up! You don’t want to collect any lesser whistles and comments than Vandy, do you?” Devi wrapped her womanhood in a towel tied high around her breasts and stepped out. Rimmi was standing near the dressing table with the mirror covered with a bed spread. On the table were all shades of vials and tubes and a huge box. “Hello princess! Will you just quickly come here and sit down?” Devi hesitantly walked towards her and without taking a second, Rimmi pulled down her towel. Devi was taken aback and her hands quickly went down to cover her privates. After all that had happened, there was still some shyness left in Devi. Rimmi slapped her and her hands now went to soothe her cheeks. “There’s nothing that I haven’t seen before.” Rimmi took out a violet bra and panty, a pantyhose and a girdle from a plastic bag lying on the bed next to the table that read Victoria’s Secret. Rimmi hung the bra on Devi’s ear as if it was a hook, bent and gave Devi a gentle peck on her lips while running her hands holding the silky stockings, up her thighs. Devi’s eyes automatically closed in submission but Rimmi left her whispering in her ear “I will be back in 10. And when I am back I want to see my doll in the lovely new lingerie she so much likes.” Rimmi’s words worked like hypnotism on Devi as something instantly overcame her and she found herself putting on the silky new items one after the other effortlessly. But just when she was about to wear that bra, she looked at her slightly swollen chest. She cupped them and tried to recreate the magic that the bra had done the previous night. She was about to pull off the cover from the mirror when she noticed the box. She opened it and what she saw were two large breast forms. Her mind told her not to knock that door but she had already stepped in. She took the C-cup breast forms in her hands and put them against her skin. And for reason still unknown, she started to feel at home. She was still fondling when from the edge of her eye, she saw Rimmi standing behind smiling. Devi froze then and there and for next half an hour she was like a statue who could feel each and every curve of it being shaped, painted and decorated but couldn’t say anything. Her bra was now supporting two large breasts that were her own, almost interrupting her view. She could feel the newly added weight to her chest. She could feel the pulling off her eyebrows, the thick eye liner and the mascara on her lashes, the foundation, the eye shadow but what she loved the most was each time her tongue would touch her creamy, satin, lipstick coated lips. The stickiness and then the getting apart had become a game for her. As Devi was getting thirsty, she reached out for the glass of water lying on the table but Rimmi stopped her just there and took a tumbler out of her bag and handed it to her. “Take this, instead. It will quench your thirst and will also help your muscles to relax. It’s a long day ahead. And we don’t want this super model to get cranky in the middle of the show. After all, posing and smiling at the guests is simply the only job you are supposed to do.” These last words gave Devi the taste of her own medicine. Devi couldn’t make eye contact with her as she knew they were filled with hate and disgust. Devi quietly started sipping on the drink and she passed out.

When she woke up, her different body parts were screaming for her attention and she could feel a lot of change in herself but didn’t know where to look first. And as she came to her senses, it all occurred to her one by one. Her face was now enveloped by a bob made out of her own real hair, at the front she was given a fringe that was coming down to her eyes constantly asking for attention to keep them out of sight. Her fingers were trying to address that but in vain. And that’s when she felt something else, her ear lobes. She touched them and couldn’t really make out how many piercings she was given but her ears were given a full arch of studs and rings with huge and heavy ear rings hanging from her ear lobes and brushing her neck and shoulders with every single movement of her head. But what embarrassed her completely was a huge nose ring she now wore, which was attached to her ear ring with an equally heavy chain constantly tugging at her nose and ear together. The nose ring also had a small dangling stone brushing against her creamy satin coated lips. As she touched it all, her hands caught her attention, which were now encased in slave bracelets with long manicured lavender coated nails sticking out. Her wrists were now flaunting uncountable white and lavender colored glass bangles tinkling and jingling constantly reminding her of her new job. She felt her face and almost popped an eye out with her own nails and realized she will have to be very careful how to use her fingers. Next she felt something stuck in her hair when her hands told her it’s a maang tika (a long chain with a pendant that India brides wear in their hair partition. And the maang tika led her hands to a huge lavender dot (bindi) sticker placed on her forehead just between and above her eye brows. She now looked down and found her new bubbly breasts peeping out from a very deep neck satin white blouse with a lavender border around the neckline and short sleeves. And a long heavy silver necklace was now hanging down to his cleavage. At the bottom she was wearing a silk petticoat skirt which is worn under the sari by Indian women. She stood up to have a complete view and almost stumbled as her feet were now locked in 6” pencil heels. She took support of the table to balance her and managed to turn around. There was nobody in the room. In fact, she was not in the same room anymore. As this was a sort of a green room that models use to get ready before the performance. The heels were too high and Devi knew that a step more and she will on her all fours. Then she recalled all those beautiful legs he used to drool over and remembered that most women who wear heels usually put one foot exactly in front of the other and take short strides while swinging their hips. Devi tried and bingo. In a few steps, she felt like it will be a cake walk. She was about to exit the room when Filomina entered. She had become a little comfortable with Rimmi but Filomina… she was wishing she was dead right now. Devi froze as Filomina went closer to her with her breasts almost brushing against Devi’s. She held Devi by her exposed waist as her blouse was too short & high and the petticoat too low. Devi felt a sort of current flowing through her body but against instead of stepping back, she found herself stuck. Filomina played with her belly piercing which had a cute pendant saying ‘girl’ hanging from it. “Rimmi said you are a natural and that you respond to actions just like a hungry slut. Mind if we find out?” Filomina leaned into her, stuck her tongue out and Devi again lost control over her body. Her eyes closed automatically and her lips opened up welcoming Filomina’s now probing tongue.

To be continued…

Ambassador of Femininity – Chapter 3

(Sorry for the delay. This one is shorter but next is coming up soon.)

Filomina pulled the string of Devi’s satin petticoat and as it fell to her ankles, Filomina started playing with her translucent panties. Her finger would tug at the elastic and leave, tug and leave, tug and leave, tug and leave… till the time Devi begged Filomina for relief. Filomina went to her knees, took Devi’s manhood in her shining claws and started teasing the tip but as Devi was about to orgasm, Filomina put it back inside her panties. Devi exploded and now she could feel her fluids all inside her panties. Devi was about to rush for the washroom, when her petticoat got stuck around her ankles and she fell on her knees. Devi was surprised, Filomina locked the washroom and put the keys in her purse. “Feel your lady fluids all day you slut.” And she threw a sanitary napkin towards Devi. “But if I see a spot on that designer saree, you are going to wear those panties over your head next time.” Filomina left her struggling on the floor when Rimmi came inside. She helped Devi get back up and put on the petticoat. “After what you have done, I should not be helping you because you deserve this. But I feel everybody should get one chance. Here is yours.” She closed the door behind her back and asked Devi to go and lie down on the bed on her stomach. Soon she felt Rimmi climbing on her back. Before Devi could know, she felt her petticoat skirt being lifted. She tried to look back but Rimmi pinned her neck down. She was a heavy woman and Devi couldn’t move under her, forget turning over. He panties too were pulled down and that’s when she realized what was happening. Rimmi was wearing a strap on. She inserted a pillow under Devi’s legs and her butts were now high in the air. “I saw how you responded to Filomina back there. And I was damn right. You are one hungry slut. I bet you enjoyed the appetizers and I promise you will love the main course. Devi was silenced by the pillow under her face and then she had an orgasm she had never experienced before. After the first few thrusts from Rimmi, Devi’s hips moved in acceptance and her faint screams soon turned into moans of pleasure. Rimmi pulled down her petticoat and flipped Devi over and whispered in her ears. “I heard you talking in favor of casting couch the other noon. I hope your views haven’t changed.” She got closer to Devi’s lips and stuck her tongue out. Devi once again closed her eyes and opened her lips…

To be continued…